Narrative Essay On Kyle's Memoir

I am Chris Kyle , also known as American sniper. I was born on April 18, 1974 in Odessa, Texas. I grew up on a ranch, and was always outside hunting for deer and quail. When I was in high school I played football and baseball. After high school I went to Tarleton State University and studied agriculture there for two years; I later joined the Navy in 1999. I served for nearly 11 years before discharging on November 4, 2009. I served 4 tours in Iraq, and had 160 kills, which is the current record for the U.S. Navy. I was able to earn 2 silver and 5 bronze star awards. I later decided to write a book about my experience. My book was released in 2012 and was a bestselling novel. I was murdered on February 2, 2013 by Eddie Ray Routh, an ex marine.

But a new wave of feelings hit me when at a young age I had to watch my Dad struggle with figuring out who he was. He didn’t understand that confused feeling either. Like you don’t know where you’re supposed to be. I remember more painful times before the split when he wasn’t happy. There were days filled with fake smiles at dinner followed by fitting in the parking lot of the Weathervane, as my parents traded unpleasantries with each other.

During my mid-teens my family went through a lot of changes. My parents had separated and divorced,

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

The morning of December 10th 2011, I got onto my bus. As I got on, I noticed one of my friends, Kyleigh, wasn’t on the bus. I didn’t see her red curls over the seat like i normally did. “Where’s Kyleigh?” I asked the girl who sits next to her.

Most of the things that were important to me and made me who I am happened once my parents got a divorce. When I was in middle school I started to notice my parents would fight all the time. I knew in my gut that things would not last between them, but I hoped in my heart, at the time, that my parents would be together forever. In eighth grade my parents sat me and my family down and told us they were getting a divorce. This changed a lot of things for me. Once my parents split up my family started to fall apart. This big change in my life affected me in a negative way. With this big change I started to get very depressed. It changed who I was as a person. In the positive direction my parents’ divorce brought me closer to my significant

That same night, my mother took my three sisters and me to a hotel and we remained there throughout my parents' divorce. Once again, at such a young age I did not fully comprehend the magnitude of what had been happening for a very long time. Now at age 17, I finally realize the extent of how dangerous my experience was.

Many moons ago after the first extinction of humans there was a young giant named Kyle. Kyle wasn't any giant he was the son of the great King Jake the mighty and strong leader of all the kingdoms in the realm. Kyle being the youngest of 4, his brothers being great warriors themselves such as the oldest William Marshal known as the greatest warrior to ever live, the second oldest being Aristodemus the wisest of them and of course Flamma Kyles best friend and Marshals left hand man in war. Kyle only being 234 years old wasn't as great as his brothers and sometimes felt left out when his father and brothers would talk about their achievements.

In 2004, my parents divorced. If you asked for details, that would be about all I could tell you. I remember next to nothing about the divorce. Not the reasons, not how long it lasted, not who ended up with what, I don’t remember. What matters is how it changed the way that I would grow up, and how it would affect my communication for my entire childhood.

Although I remember the exact moments of the incident, its traumatic experience does not resonate with me. Divorce is an emotional disease for any student, but I was immune. In a quiet sob, my father simply left through the front door. Oddly enough, my life didn’t fall into a depressed state, but instead, it was about becoming my own sort of parent.

I was six years old when my parents got divorced. I was old enough to understand that my parents were not able to get along, however, I was too young to understand the long term effects the divorce would have on my life. My father moved into an apartment a little over an hour away from my mother’s house. Though this situation was not ideal, it has been one of the most important aspects in molding me into the person I am today.

When I was too young to remember, my parents divorced. This set off a chain of events that would lead to where I am now, typing a paper for a school I could have never imagined myself attending. In fact, if we’re being completely honest, I couldn’t have imagined myself so much as breathing. But we’ll get to that part of my story in time, at the moment, the focus is on my parents’ divorce.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.

About ten years ago my family decided to move. It was a heartbreaking decision for the whole family but it was for the best. My family including, my brother, who was just turning one years old, my mom, dad, our dog Milo, and I. It was a hot, humid summer day and we were putting everything that we own into the moving van and the car. My mom mostly held me as my dad was packing up our belongings. Everything to me at that time was very quick and it was a big blur. At age three, I didn’t remember much at that time but I do remember most things. My feelings were one of the things I remember the most. I felt bewildered, I liked our house and I wanted to stay here. It was the best for the family though because it meant that we would be closer to my grandparents.

It was a breezy summer day when my parents were taken away before my own eyes. All of my family were taken away for reasons I really didn’t understand at the time, and I was left behind all alone.